He asked her if she wanted him to massage her again, and she told him yes, and that he could do the foot also. He laughed at that and said he'd be glad to oblige her in any of her needs.
With her legs still spread from lifting his foot, he reached down and without hesitation, grabbed her shorts and tugged them down from her waist. Removing the confining material that seperated him from her, left her laying there clad only in her tee-shirt and pale blue panties. He caught the waistband of her silky undergarments and pulled them down, letting her mound come into view. He removed her panties the rest of the way and leaned over and placing his middle finger into the cleft of her privates, began stroking her pussy lips up and down. She corrected him in that he was pumping his finger to fast and to go at a slower pace.
He obliged by decreasing his rhythm, and reaching up her shirt to cup her left breast. As he leaned over her to reach her breasts, his cock was now straining to be free of his shorts and she reached down and pulled the waistband away allowing his manhood to spring into view. He leaned more on top of her and his cock was now hovering inches above her crotch. She reached down and encased the shaft with her tiny hands. This allowed her to give him pleasure, while insuring he didn't accidentally forget and try to ram it inside her, while she was in such a vulnerable position.
She was now soaking wet, the moisture of her lubricant allowing his fingers to plunge deeper inside her. The smacking sounds that his hand made against her mound, along with the fingers sliding in and out, caused her to start her first orgasm. Her muscles in her vagina contracted and she began to pummel her fist up and down his rigid shaft. He thrust his hips in unison with her fist and suddenly drew away. He asked her if she trusted him. She said yes, but she was not ready for intercourse, as she was saving herself. He told her to lie down and place her legs together.
He then pulled her tee-shirt off and placed it under her back.
The he lay on top of her and told her that he promised there would be no penetration inside of her. He slid his cock toward her mound and the small triangle it formed and as the head of his hard throbbing cock brushed trough her pubic hairs, she jumped as if electrified.
He then slid down until his shaft was positioned over the Y formed by her closed legs. Thrusting downward, his penis separated her pussy lips and passed by the entrance to her womb, continuing on between her legs, past her anus and touching the grass below them. As he drew up for another plunge, a moan escaped Stacey's throat and she began the longest, deepest, orgasm she had ever felt develop. He had showed her a way to have his shaft plunge its way pass her clitoris, giving her intense pleasure and not penetrate! He thrusted repeatedly, giving no mercy to her emotions.
Her legs squeezed as tightly as they could, giving as much pressure to surrounding his manhood as possible. His thrusting became faster and her nipples brushed against his chest and became even more erect. He leaned down and caressed them with his tongue. As she buckled her hips up to meet his downward drive, she came again and again in waves of pleasure. Suddenly he spurted his hot white semen all over her love mound, causing its slickness to lubricate his penis through her vaginal lips.
He spewed forth so much semen that it dribbled down her crotch and up the crack of her behind. Her orgasm came to a peak and they lay together for what seemed like hours. It was wonderful that she had now discovered that it was possible to come so close to having intercourse, yet still refrain from penetration.
Satisfied, knowing this left her so much to discover yet, but enabling them to share such a beautiful relationship. Neither of them felt cheated. Thomas told her that he had read about doing it this way in a biology book. It was a form of birth control used often in the old days before condoms and the pill. She laughed at him and lifted her face to his and kissed him deeply on the cheek. She replied, "Thank goodness for books, our parents would have never told us this truth." "And remember they are always harping on us to do our homework and reading is a part of homework…" They both laughed at that.
Both knew that they would quite possibly never see each other after today, but were content in the moment that they had shared together. He promised he would write, as his finger was still drawing little circles around her nipples. She said that she would cherish each letter and keep them forever, as she played with his now limp shaft. They explored each others bodies, as if to memorize them forever.
Dear Diary,
Here ends my story of Staceys first real experience into the sexual world. Who would have ever believed we were both lucky enough to share the same day to be introduced into the adult life. I will now get into what happened right after Stacey and the boy headed back to the clearing.
Stacey's father and I had observed it all from our hiding place above. Dave seemed almost in tears, and I asked him why he was so sad. He said that he had just lost his little girl, and was sad, yet was happy that she was now on her way to becoming a women, which also made him proud.
Dave told me that he was also glad that Stacey had taken to heart all the things he had taught her and she was still pure, yet satisfied. He said that he knew the day would come when she would begin following the path to becoming an adult, and was glad that it had been with someone who was so tender and caring.
His greatest fear would have been that some male would have just used her and then thrown her away like a rag doll. Now she realizes that some men can be passionate and even hot blooded hormoned boys can know there are many ways of expressing love.
We watched the young couple get dressed and walk back toward the clearing where her father had left from. I noticed that Stacey was no longer limping, yet she was still holding tight to Thomas. Dave looked at me and said, "Let's go for a walk, to give them time to cool down and get themselves organized." He took my hand and we wandered down the trail, towards the clear blue lake.
Reaching the clear blue water, he sat on a nearby rock and indicated for me to sit down next to him. We just sat there for a few minutes and held hands. Neither of us said anything. I leaned more on Dave's shoulder and the comfort of his strength, that led me to know that he was more than just a friend. He was a teacher, a companion, and her my special friend.
I knew that even should we never touch each other again, that the time we had shared teaching me, and exploring each others most intimate fantasies, made life worth living. It was like someone who had only seen paintings of flowers, to suddenly reach out and touch one. The scent and texture of it overwhelming. The beauty that nature blessed them with was such a wonderful experience.
That person had never missed real flowers out of ignorance or censorship and would have been content with just gazing on the picture. Yet now that the chance had been given to explore the real item, it allowed that person to become special in their own way.
We held hands for what seemed like eternity before rising to go back towards the clearing Stacey was.
Dear Diary,
I hope that the man that I eventually settle down with is as caring and gentle as Dave was in teaching me about sexuality. We both know that we can never be more than teacher and student, lover and friend, man and woman. But we will always have these cherished moments when he took time out of his life to share his maturity and experiences with me. Now I may even be more prepared to any situation a boy closer to my own age may try to get me in.
Dave and I came into view a few moments later and we walked toward the couple sitting innocently in the clearing. The first thing that I noticed was that Thomas's gym shorts were stained, but I kept quiet about it. Which was good, because if Stacey had looked closely, she would have seen the globs of semen still glistening in my long flowing hair.
We sat around and finished the rest of the sandwiches and asked Thomas if we might walk him back to his campsite. He replied that it was only about two miles back up one of the trails and it shouldn't take them long to get there. He said it was boring, but they could come by for a visit if they wanted to.
Thomas struck out in the lead and Stacey was never more than a few feet behind him. Dave and I held hands and followed a small distance behind them. They never noticed us, or if they did, they thought he was helping me through the rough sections of the trail. Little did they know that our touching caused small electric pulses to course through our bodies. His firm grip that was so masculine and protective. Leading on down through the trail, I again noticed what a perfect day we had shared so far.
Entering the campsite, we were greeted by the scoutmaster, who asked them if they might like to share the lunch meal. He told us it wasn't going to be extremely fancy, but we could join in the preparations if we like to cook out. All four off us went over to the campfire and began helping prepare the many different foods that were being cooked over the open campfire.
The dinner turned out to be good, with hotdogs and hamburgers, hot coffee and cokes. The desert was a cake that had been cooking next to the fire all morning. Even the icing that went on it was perfect.
After a while, we took leave of the campsite and Stacey said good-bye to Thomas. She left him her address, so that he might write her once in awhile. Stacey told him to write whatever came into his mind, as her mail was never opened by other members of her family. Thomas laughed and whispered to her that he would write her with vivid descriptions of any new experiences he had if Stacey would do the same in return.
The trail that led back down to the car seemed to take only a few moments, where as on the way up it had seemed like hours. We sang silly little songs all the way back to the house. Pulling onto the street where Dave and Stacey lived, I saw my brother riding his bike at the far end. Dave tooted the horn on the car and we pulled into their driveway.
My brother, Mark, came peddling up to the car and asked us if we'd had a good time. All three laughed and said it had been great. Dave said they were going inside, get cleaned up and go to a movie and would he like to go with us. Mark said sure and parked his bike at the edge of the garage.
I noticed the way that Stacey was now looking at Mark. She had a glint in her eye and I could tell that she was mentally undressing him. I mean, with the exception to the fact that he was my brother, he wasn't half bad to look at. Mark cuts a pretty good figure in his nike shorts and fishnet tee-shirt. If a girl was going to look at a guys butt, I guess Marks buns actually fit into a perfect nine out of ten scoring. From the way that Stacey was looking at him,she definitely was not looking at his behind. Her gaze was directly at Marks crotch. I had never noticed that Mark actually had a decent size bulge in his shorts for his age. Being his sister, I knew he didn't hide a rolled up pair of socks in his jockey strap to impress a girl. I have often been by his room in the mornings and seen his sheets pointed into a tent from his dream erections. I had just never really thought about him as a male before. Entering the house, we all started screaming who would be first in the bathroom. Dave claimed he should go first, because women take forever, I said I should go 'cause I was the guest, Stacey said she should, as she was the best looking. We all began laughing at that, since though she was pretty, she had always been the one to refuse to wear makeup or dress up for any school functions. While we were chuckling at this, Stacey had jumped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Dear Diary,
It is now 10:30 at night. I had better turn the lights down and get a few minutes of sleep. I promise to return exactly where I have left off.
Dear Diary,
I'm up at the crack of dawn. I have just got to get this finished before school starts today… So here goes:
Dave went into his bedroom to gather some clothes together, Mark and I sat and turned on the television. He jokingly punched on me and I began taunting him with names like, "leave me alone you little pencil dick" and "go away fagot.". "Fagot!" Mark replied. "I'm not queer, I've had more women already then you'll have men in a lifetime!" I suspected this was not true, and that Mark was even more inexperienced then I was. So I said, "at least I don't play with myself under my sheets at night, cherry boy!" He was quick to reply, " ya, but then I'm not so hard up as my sister, who has to watch me do it!"
This went on, as it usually did, for a few minutes, until Dave entered the room. We fell silent and turned our attention to the television show. Dave told us he was stepping out to the convenient store, down the road, for a pack of smokes, and that he would be back in about fifteen minutes.
As the front door closed, the two of us began teasing each other again. Then we heard Stacey singing in the shower and Dave told me he was going to play a trick on Stacey. He got up from the couch and going to the bathroom door, he turned the knob ever so carefully. Inching the door open, he could see the silhouette of Stacey through the shower curtain. He was tempted to stay and watch, but was afraid his sister say something, so he crept into the bathroom and grabbed all of Stacey's clothes and towels. He left her a little hand towel that she could dry off with, but it would never be large enough to cover herself with, when she left the bathroom.
We sat in the front room, to have a full view of the hallway that Stacey would have to streak down to reach her bedroom.
Dave had another thought. He asked me if I knew of where a camera was. I just replied with a twinkle in my eyes that Stacey had one in her room. We got up and ran into Stacey's room and retrieved the camera. I made sure there was film in it and the flash was ready.
Looking over at my brother, I remembered the dream I'd had earlier that morning. It seemed like it had been days ago. Thinking more about it, I told Mark to strip down to his underwear. He said, "No way!" I said, "awe come on, think of Stacey walking in here with only that little hand-towel separating her from you." I noticed a bulge in Mark's shorts forming. I knew that if I goaded him, he might just do it. So I told him, "with your little dick, Stacey wouldn't even noticed you undressed." "I bet you wouldn't even know what to do with a girl if she walked naked into a room with you." "You're probably such a cherry boy that a commercial on women's underwear makes you cream your jeans."
The last comment hit close to home, as I knew he did enjoy those commercials and if Stacey walked in here naked in a few moments, his own fantasies would be coming true. So Mark threw caution to the wind and stripped his pants off and stood clad only in his cotton white underwear, his erection sticking forth, forming an extreme bulge in them.
Mark's hard-on at the thought of what could happen made him reach into his shorts and adjust his now throbbing member to one side, to prevent it from slipping out prematurely. He then hid behind the bedroom door and waited until Stacey would come into the bedroom.
I lowered myself off to one side of the bed out of immediate view and we waited as we heard the shower water stop. The cussing and yells from inside the bathroom told us that Stacey had discovered all her clothes were missing. We heard her yell toward the front room, that we were both buttholes. As she ran down the hallway, she grabbed the door to her bedroom and slammed it shut. She then saw Mark standing where the door had previously hid him and dropped her hand-towel in surprise. Her wet body stood before him in all her glory. Mark pulled his underwear down, freeing his confined manhood.
His penis sprang out, jutting forth. As he took a step toward her, the end of his shaft touched against her pubic hairs. It was then that I stood up and snapped a picture of that fateful moment. Stacey stepped back and attempted to hide her privates, but it was to late. I already had the picture in my hand and was waiting the thirty seconds it took to develop.
Stacey told me to give her that picture and she started towards me, but Mark came up from behind her and grabbed her around the chest to keep her back. Stacey could feel his shaft in the crack of her bottom, as she struggled to get loose. This excited her as well as made her more determined to get away. Her hair was still dripping wet and the water was flowing down her back to moisten her buttocks and his penis jammed up against it.
Mark's arms were pinning Stacey's breasts and the pressure of his arms covering her nipples caused her to become more aroused.
Her vagina was becoming moist at the thought of his domination over her. She leaned forward as if to get way, but this really accidentally or intentionally positioned herself to allow the tip of his cock to slip between her virginal pussy lips and slightly penetrate her love tunnel.